Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1615

Chapter 1615: Chapter 1615

The forest didn’t challenge them. It honored them.

When they stepped from the trees, the sea stretched wide and open, sparkling beneath a violet-tinged sky. The sand glowed faintly underfoot, kissed by the same golden pulse that marked their skin. It wasn’t the same beach. Not really. It had evolved like they had. But the bones of it remained - the crashing surf, the smooth curve of the cove, the fallen log where they had once sat, lost and wondering.

They chose a place near the water’s edge, just above the tide line. The ground there was soft, the sand warm, the air full of salt and songbirds.

Jude knelt, the others forming a circle around him.

He placed the seed in the sand.

It pulsed once - bright, golden, alive.

Then he pressed his hands to the earth and began to bury it, slowly, reverently, layer by layer, until only a faint shimmer remained where it had been.

As soon as he lifted his hands, the ground pulsed.

The sand shivered.

A tiny shoot broke the surface.

They watched in silence as it grew.

A slender stalk first. Then a bud. Then leaves, wide and luminous. Within moments, a flower bloomed - unlike anything they had ever seen. It had no single color. It was all colors. It shimmered with every moment of their journey - rose red for passion, ocean blue for peace, deep violet for mystery, and gold for everything they had become.

Grace pressed a hand to her chest. "It’s alive."

Natalie knelt and kissed the stem. "It’s us. "

Sophie brushed her fingers over the petals. "And we’re not just a part of the island anymore. We are the island."

Jude rose slowly, his body glowing in rhythm with the flower. "We’ve created something new."

Zoey smirked. "We’ve been doing that from the start."

Rose nodded. "But this is different. This isn’t survival. It’s legacy."

Emma stepped close to Jude and kissed him. "And we still have so much more to do."

They spent the day there, by the flower. They made love beneath the sun, not for ritual, not for need, but for joy. They swam in the waves. They laughed, kissed, and danced along the shoreline with salt on their skin and light in their eyes. It wasn’t the beginning of something new. It was the continuation of something eternal.

When night fell, they built a fire from sea drift and glowing bark. It cast soft gold across their bodies as they curled into one another. Jude sat in the center, Lucy in his arms, Rose at his side, Zoey resting her head on his thigh. The others lounged in gentle touch and quiet kisses. No one spoke for a long while.

Then Grace lifted her gaze to the stars. "What if someone else finds the island?"

Natalie leaned back on her elbows. "Then we show them."

"Or," Emma said, "we choose who gets to."

Rose looked at Jude. "The island listens to you now."

"No," he said softly. "It listens to us. "

Sophie curled beside him, cheek against his ribs. "Then let’s decide together."

And they did.

There, under the stars, thirteen hearts beat as one.

And far beneath them, in the roots of the island, the flower bloomed again.

And again.

And again.

The fire burned low, its golden embers whispering upward into the velvet sky like soft confessions. The thirteen of them lay draped across one another in a kind of holy exhaustion, glowing faintly in the dark, their skin kissed by ocean breeze and the light of something newly sacred. Jude sat upright now, his fingers laced with Lucy’s, her head resting against his shoulder. Rose lay beside him, one knee bent, her body completely relaxed, her hair splayed like spilled ink across the sand. The others were quiet, peaceful, but watchful in that quiet - each heart attuned not only to the rhythm of the island but to each other.

From the newly planted flower near the shore, a gentle humming began to rise. It wasn’t loud. It didn’t need to be. It vibrated just beneath the skin, a resonance that pulsed through bone and memory. Scarlet tilted her head and sat up slowly. "It’s calling again."

"But not like before," Stella said, propped on one elbow. "This feels... familiar."

Jude stood slowly, brushing the sand from his thighs. The seedling had grown in the moonlight, stretching its leaves wide like arms in praise. Where before it had been a single bloom, now three new buds had formed, each wrapped tight in iridescent petals waiting to unfurl.

Susan knelt beside it, fingertips hovering just above the leaves. "I can feel it. Like it’s dreaming."

Grace moved next to her, brushing her fingers over the stem. "Or remembering."

Sophie stepped forward. "Or both."

They surrounded the flower again, this time with less ceremony, but no less reverence. Jude could feel the pulse of it growing stronger now, not just in the plant but in the very ground. The roots beneath their feet were alive with it. Not just reacting, but expanding. Like veins of gold beneath the sand.

Rose’s voice was low, awed. "It’s spreading."

Lucy looked at Jude, her golden-flecked eyes searching his. "It’s becoming something bigger."

The breeze shifted, carrying with it a scent none of them recognized - sweet and deep, like honey, wine, and something animal. It made their skin tingle. Zoey shivered, grinning. "Something’s waking again."

Without needing to speak, they moved as one, forming a new circle around the flower. The buds began to open, slowly, impossibly, revealing inside them not just petals - but symbols. Glowing runes etched in light, each one unique, each one shifting slightly as if breathing.

Jude reached toward one of the blooms, and as his fingers brushed the inside, the symbol flashed and burned itself into the air before them, hovering, spinning, shimmering. Then another flared from Emma’s flower. Then another, when Natalie’s fingers followed.

The three symbols floated there, glowing and spinning, casting strange shadows across their bodies.